Dad died. He left Mum behind, malnourished, dehydrated, unable to walk or look after herself, and he thought he'd been taking care of her. This is the story of how I, along with my sister and wife, tried to deal with what he left behind.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Wendy. Ah Wendy.

This is a picture of my friend Wendy and I on the floor of my parent's basement.

We took a giant pile of documents- an eighteen inch deep pile of paper on the floor of my father's office - and started filtering it into piles of income statements, bills, receipts and other detritus.

Right after this picture was taken, Wendy found my father's life insurance policy.